I get nervous, don’t we all? Dive into a blue funk, worry my fingernails to the quick (if I could reach my toes! I’d chew those also:). I moan quietly and pitifully at the machine when the blank screen winks playfully at me – challenging, tempting me.
I do that!
Of course I do!
I am a writer (it is part of the job description)
However, I also celebrate constantly when
A miniscule seed of an idea flourishes into a tree of such harmony and beauty
When the words flow as easily as a majestic river; or tumble as mischievously as a mountain stream
I laugh when characters are happy
Weep when their world grows dark
I revel in the company of like minded lunatics: we all are such wonderful bunch of dysfunctional human beings. All of us travelling in our alternative/ parallel worlds. Living not just our dreams but our fantastical alter ego’s dreams also.
Many times, especially in the drear days of winter, or at times of great stress, we brood on the bad times,,but we can bring the sun out ourselves. If we are still here writing, the good times must outweigh the bad, and with the marvels of cyberspace the gloom can be dissipated by our fellow chaotic travellers.
Let’s give ourselves a cheer:)